Newest member of our family - Carson Meredith
11am
Pecan pie. Our work here is done
5pm
En route to Austin
We have had rousing sing-alongs to Pearl Jam, Van Halen (Van Hagar, to be accurate), and did a nice tribute to both Patrick Swayze (She’s Like The Wind) and Michael Jackson (Man in the Mirror, which wouldn’t have been my choice, but Brother #2 is riding shotgun and manning the tunes).
We have also discussed our family’s affliction with the Madonna phenomena. Namely, although all of us have varying degrees of a Texas accent (my dad having obviously the strongest), after 24 hours back in the Lone Star state, any one of us could be a credible guest star on Friday Night Lights.
I especially enjoy turning the word “again” into a three syllable word.
11am
Choose your own adventure
Go with dad and the boys, who are going to swing through Austin to see my failing great aunt Madge (MADGE!), or go with the girls (mom, sister-in-law, aunt) directly to Dallas to see the baby girl my cousin had on Friday.
9am
I have to admit, I was a little surprised to see Red Sox Johnny Damon at a Houston Starbucks
8am
Errant text message of awesome
Late last night, right as I am drifting off to sleep, I hear the telltale chime of the text message. Given the hour, I was pretty sure I knew who it was, but because I am traveling with the brothers*, I considered checking it. After the second chime, I realized it was probably important.
It was from a number I didn’t recognize and clearly, not among my listed contacts. The text?
What do you mean you arent judgemental??? You still give me shit for the your/youre mistake!!!
And, immediately afterward:
Sorry, wrong number. Please ignore!!!
Two things immediately came to mind:
- I could think of at least half a dozen people who could have legitimately expressed that sentiment to me.
- There was only one way to respond, which I did.
You misspelled “judgmental.”
The reply?
Well played.
I am going to believe it was not a wrong number, and just a gentle reminder of prior bad acts.
* As one example, Brother #1 once got our family kicked out of Six Flags of Texas for mooning the camera on the log ride.
8am
